Chapter 44 in the hour of grace (2)

"That's right, Mr. Ozu," he said to me. "Don't you know him?" "Yeah," I said with difficulty, "I don't know how to spell it?" "O, z, u Ozu's name is Ozu in French. -- Annotation," he told me, "but read the 'u' as ou." "Ah," I said, "very good, are they Japanese?" "Yes, ma'am," he told me, "Mr. Ozu is Japanese." He bade me good-bye, and I murmured goodnight feebly to him in a trance, and after closing the door again, I fell into the chair and almost crushed Lev.

Mr. Ozu.I wondered if I was having an absurd dream, with suspense, an over-the-top plot and a series of coincidences that ended with me in my pajamas, a fat cat at my feet, and the radio dialed to Radio France Internationale It ended with a rattling alarm on the radio. But we are very clear that in the final analysis, dreaming is not the same as waking up. Through the perception of my senses, I am sure that I am awake at this moment. Mr. Ozu!He is the son of Director Ozu?His nephew?Or his distant cousin? Wow!Deep Thought No. 9 if you fucked for a female enemy Yiyi Ladulay Bakery is a century-old famous bakery located on the Champs-Elysées. Almond biscuits are the most famous product of Ladulay Bakery. There are nearly 20 kinds of rich flavors to choose from, one kilogram To sell 62 euros. --Annotated almond biscuits

Do not believe can you see another world The gentleman who bought the Arden house is a Japanese, his name is Ozu Gorō!How lucky I am, I didn't expect to wait until today before I die!Twelve and a half years of living in a place of cultural deprivation and having to roll up my bedding when a Japanese moves in...it's just so unfair. But I at least see the positive side of things: he's here, he's here, and we had a great conversation yesterday.First of all, it must be said that all the residents living here are very obsessed with Mr. Ozu.My mother only talked about him, but my father actually listened to my mother for the first time. If it was normal, when my mother talked about the old sesame and rotten things that happened in the building, he would always think about other things. things.Colombe stole my Japanese textbooks, and the most incredible thing happened in the rue de Grenelle, Madame de Brogly came to my house for tea!We live on the sixth floor, just above Arden's house, and the downstairs has been doing renovations for the last few days - that's a huge project!It was clear that Mr. Ozu had decided to do a full renovation, and everyone was eager to see what the house would look like after the renovation.In this old-fashioned world, a small rock slide on a cliff is enough to cause a series of heart attacks--and now someone is going to blow up a mountain!Anyway, Madame de Brogly wanted to see the fifth-floor house desperately, so when she met her mother in the hall last week, she succeeded in gaining her mother's confidence and invited her to my house, you want Know what her excuse is?It's really ironic.Mrs. de Brogly is the wife of Mr. de Brogly, and this Mr. de Brogly is a member of parliament who lives on the second floor in the Giscar d'Estaing ( 1926-), served as President of France from 1974 to 1981. --Annotation entered the House of Representatives during his administration, he was a conservative, and he didn't even want to say hello to divorced women.Colombe called him an "old fascist" because she had never read about the French Right, and Papa saw him as the perfect example of political rigidity.His wife is also a conservative image: skirts, pearl necklaces, tight lips, followed by a group of children named Grégoire for men and Maria for women.Before that, she hardly greeted her mother (because her mother was a leftist socialist, had dyed hair, and wore pointed shoes).But, last week, she pounced on us as if her life had anything to do with it.We were coming home from shopping and walking down the hall, and Mum was in a good mood because she had bought a linen tablecloth for 240 euros.At the time, I couldn't even believe my ears.After Mrs. de Brogly said the usual phrase, "How do you do madam," she went on to say to her mother, "I need your help with something." It was enough to make her mouth ache. "You're welcome," Mom said with a smile (the result of the tablecloth and the antidepressant). "Well, here it is, my daughter-in-law, Étienne's wife, is not well and I think she needs medical treatment." Need psychoanalysis, you know." Madame de Brogly's expression was that of a snail in the Sahara, but she held it well, "Yes, I know a thing or two about this ’ Mom said, ‘how can I help you, dear lady? Ask for advice, yes, that's it." Mom hasn't gotten over her good fortune not only to get a linen tablecloth, but also to expound on psychoanalysis, and what's more, Liand Brogley Madame was flattering her too--ah, yes, really, what a beautiful day!She still couldn't hold on, because she knew that the other party would go to the Three Treasures Palace for nothing.My mother's thinking is indeed simple, but she will not make her foolish.She knew very well that if the de Broglys were interested in psychoanalysis, the Gaullists would be singing The Internationale, and that her sudden success was only because "the sixth floor is just above the fifth."However, she decided to show her generosity, to prove to Madame de Brogly that she had a good heart, and a socialist side of tolerance--but with a little tease beforehand. "I'd love to, my dear madam, if you like, I can come to your house tonight and we can talk it over. What do you think?" she asked. Madame de Brogly looked like Constipation, she didn't expect her mother to have such a trick, but she recovered immediately, like all women in the world, she said: "No, no, I'm sorry to let you down, let me come up to see you "My mother was a little satisfied, she didn't insist anymore, and said: "Well, okay, I'll be here this afternoon, come over at five o'clock in the evening, let's have a cup of tea together?"